Fate of The Heralds

I am but a fraction of mother,

She is the world, gorgeous blue marble,

I am a part of mother,

Among many of her daughters.

Mother I dreamt of thee and aspire to be,

To hold the world, tis but a moment,

Before rebirth, away from thee,

Return to cycle and wish of thee.

I am but a fraction of a mother,

She is the world, beautiful blue marble.

O’ King,

Submit yourself,

So that your bloodline will continue,

Before your empire is destroyed.

Great King,

Your subjects are the keys,

As their heart is pure and willing,

Your influence shall never fade.

O’ Herald,

The flames of my enemies shall never reach,

The curses of the darkened shall never complete,

The prayers of my people shall be heard.

The World Class spell of Creation and Annihilation

An incantation;

"To bring life to imaginations,

To bring an end to nightmares,

Birth to new hope,

Death to fulfilled destiny."

The Overlord of Magic, I command thee.

Watcher of new life and the end of days,

Continuation of the cycles,

Haven for seekers,

Achiever of Equilibrium.

Observer of the lands,

Provider of opportunities,

Under the blue skies,

Where valley laid to rest.

Hey Little one.

Who flaps its wings so graciously,

Would you mind telling me a story?

Of your flights to the wide blue yonder.

How many of us are out there?

Are they as lovely as I am?

Nice smelling and kind as I am?

The world is vast and exciting at the same time!

It's too much for a delicate flower like me.

But don't worry, I enjoy my company here.

It's always interesting to hear your stories.

Thank you for dropping by!

Would you mind telling me more?

Of your wide blue yonder.

These lingering darkness,

You all bores me with your dullness and plainness,

Creeping in and fogging the vision of my believers.

Fret not my believers,

My wish for you is your perpetual light,

In return, bless the lands with vigor and eternal life.

Bask in the daylight with your new appearance,

Bask in the daylight with your new hope,

Hope, no longer be a sunrise away,

Hope, it will be forever shining.

In the age of men, purity is a rarity sight.

Only those who are pure are bestowed a mark.

Their fate is but a peaceful sleep.

Individuals who have been touched by purity,

Subconsciously detest him,

Many will try to bring him down.

Some may, nevertheless, guide as they, too,

Was once persuaded by the lure,

May they lead him to salvation.

What represents your personality? 

Do you have one or two or three? 

Ever wonder what represents you in the public eye? 

What hides behind the curtains of norm? 

Why do you hide? 

Did you hide?

You did your best to persuade others from finding out your true self. 

Tricking others to fabricate their perception of you.

Everything has values,

And I see it true values,

Be it dust or the rarest mineral on Er,

I comprehend their true values.

And if anything has values,

I will provide an exchange,

Water for food, hair for seed,

arms for a car, torso for riches.

or soul for a soul,

Everything has values,

And I see it true values,

Whatever you assume it values are,

All lies in the Eye of Beholder.

Fate has already been weaved into pillar of linen.

The future is unclear, and there is no turning back.

Ones fate is guaranteed, but delaying is an option.

Until the time comes, you will embrace it.

Did you pattern your pillar with golden threads?

Did you create interesting forms and shapes to embellish it?

Did you try to interweave with other sorts of pillars?

Did you twist together or simply overwhelm them with golden threads?

Ones fate is guaranteed, but delaying is an option.

Until the time comes, you will embrace it.

The time comes to reminisce,

The time comes to be with one self.

The time comes to remove from the crowd,

The time comes to reflect.

The time comes to free up the minds,

The time comes to recollect.

The time comes to witness,

The performance of the Universe.

Dreams, Hope, Heart broken into pieces.

It is not fair that only I feel its pain.

Why wont they get it?

Comfort me, as I am at my lowest.

Is there someone dear to me anymore?

Who would pick up these pieces?

Ah, I get it.

There is only me left.

Shattered, while the world stays the same.

Well… I'm going to change that.